Gage Cilleti has just begun his junior year of high school, and is becoming more and more involved in his school's activities, considering he'd been playing baseball since he was just seven-years-old.
Elijah McCay has just dropped out of school, du...
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My heart hurt. So, so badly. But it wasn't like the heartbreak that I'd felt that night at the carnival—I felt angry. Angry at my parents because it felt as though I had just been lied to for the last sixteen years of my life. And I wondered if my mother was alright, considering the fact that she refused to speak about the topic with me.
My mind also couldn't help but wander over to my father. What could he be thinking? Was he feeling just as defeated as my mother was? Was there anything I could say or do to make this all go away? The questions and thoughts wouldn't stop coming.
Growing up, I'd put my parents' relationship on a pedestal, trying so hard to find someone who looked at me the way that my father looked at my mother.
And the possibility of that ending made my chest clench with pain.
I needed to talk to Elijah. Over these last few weeks, Elijah had made me feel so safe, so welcomed—well, except for when he laughed at me with his friends. But I still couldn't shake the feeling in my heart that told me to call him and just talk to him.
And I can't help but wonder if that was al it would take to make me feel better, again. Seeing as my mother was definitely not an option, and Rick had his own problems to worry about. What kind of friend would I be if I were to just dump everything onto him?
I threw myself onto my sheets, soft tears falling down my heated cheeks. The overwhelming urge to scream was just at the pit of my throat, and I so badly wanted to let it out.
Grabbing my cellphone, I searched for Elijah's phone number, hitting the cal button hesitantly. The other line rang for only a few seconds—before it was picked up.
Elijah didn't sound least bit confused when he spoke, "hello?"
My heart stopped in my chest for a few seconds, and my lips began to wobble. "H-Hi." My words are whispered, almost silent, even. I readjust my cellphone in my hand, more tears falling down my cheeks.
Elijah takes a moment of silence, taking notice of the slight sniffles leaving my stuffed nose. "What happened?"
This has me crying audibly now, my forearm coming over my mouth, to stop the sounds that threaten to escape. I can't answer him yet, knowing that the only thing I'll be capable of saying, is somewhere between a sob and a whimper.
"Gage, what happened?" He presses on, his voice carrying a mixture of confusion and worry. I hadn't meant to make him worry about me—I just wanted someone to talk to.
After the sobbing began to subside, I parted my lips, a headache coming on strong from all of the crying I'd been doing. "I-It's my parents . . ." I start, feeling so pathetic that I think I might start crying again, "they're having problems."
